The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 681

Chapter 681 Rowan Is Here

All of this–every shattered scheme—was because of that man.

“You come here to murder my sister, yet you still don’t know who I am?” Rowan’s laugh was low and icy as he closed the distance between them. He lifted the pistol and rested its cold barrel against Edmund’s forehead. “I’m Rowan Bridger, and my sister is beyond your reach.”

“Rowan… Bridger…” The name scraped across Arnold

tongue.

The syllables rang familiar, stirring half–buried rumors in Edmund’s mind,

If that vegetative woman truly was Quinn Bridger, she did have an elder brother named Rowan, an Azanian by blood, yet heir to the powerful Fane clan of Celosia.

The Fane family commanded enormous influence in Celosia, and whispers claimed its splinter branch had once plotted Rowan’s death.

That night’s ambush left the estate crimson, and Rowan emerged from the carnage branded a god of slaughter.

Everyone who had tried to kill him wound up maimed–or dead.

From that day on, the rebellious branch knelt to the main bloodline.

Rowan’s claim as successor was never challenged again.

And now–this living legend stood right in front of him.

In a heartbeat, Edmund’s face drained of color, his knees wobbling. One twitch of that cold finger could end him.

“Rowan!” a woman rasped from the bed, her voice thin yet urgent.

The ferocity on Rowan’s features melted the instant he turned, replaced by a tenderness that softened

every

hard line. “Quinn, I’ve finally found you.”

Tears shimmered in Quinn’s eyes. “Rowan, don’t stain your hands with blood for someone like him. He’s not worth it.”

Her brother had been the one constant in her life, the companion who stayed the longest.

When he vanished years ago, she searched obsessively, helpless dread eating at her. Surely, he had suffered the same torment these five years.

“You’re right–he isn’t,” Rowan said, lowering the pistol. “But a man who wanted your life can’t walk away unscathed.”

As the final syllable fell, Rowan snatched Edmund by the collar and drove his fist into the man’s jaw.

The room filled with Edmund’s screams, sharp and ragged.

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Rowan’s blows landed with surgical precision–brutal enough to hurt, careful enough to avoid vital points.

Only when Edmund sagged, too battered even to howl, did Rowan relent. He accepted a handkerchief from one of his men and meticulously cleaned his knuckles.

Specks of blood marred his skin, and he would not touch his cherished sister with hands stained by another man’s violence.

Step by measured step, Rowan approached Quinn. “Forgive me. I arrived too late and let danger find you again.”

Long ago, he had promised their parents he would protect his sister for life.

Again and again, Quinn had been the one to stand between danger and her brother, yet when peril finally closed its fist around her, Rowan had not even known it was happening.

By the time the truth reached him, all he received was a single, brutal report–his sister had vanished.

steady on her brother’s face. “No, Rowan, you are not late at all,” Quinn said with a soft smile, her gaze steady on her brother’s face.

That gentle smile, set against the stark frailty of a body reduced to skin and bone, tightened something deep in Rowan’s chest until it hurt to breathe.

His sister had always deserved every good thing this world could offer, yet fate had served her nothing but hardship.

Rowan had endured the harshest drills, survived interrogations, and faced death without shedding a single tear, but now, confronted with the sight of his battered sister, his eyes burned with tears.

He lifted a trembling hand and, as though touching glass, let his fingertips brush the edge of her jaw.

The touch told him everything his pride tried to deny–hair brittle, cheeks colorless, lips pale, and the ever–present wheelchair–all evidence of years lived in misery.

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